Amnesia • hemmings

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Last class.

Most say it's the best class of the day.

People would be happy to leave, and I am, but not because I get to go home.

I'm happy because I get to leave this hell hole.

But I'm sad because I'm just on my way to another hell hole.

We finally got let out, and I made my way to the front of the school to walk home.

That's when I heard boots hitting the pavement behind me as I started walking home.

"Hemmings!" The voice yelled. I smiled to myself, stopping but not turning around.

"Irwin..." I said as she caught up. It's been a week since what happened in the bathroom, and we talk in that class every day.

"Hey." She smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"Can I walk home with you? I live near you, I'm a few houses down from you, actually." She laughed nervously, looking at the floor.

"Why aren't you with Ashton?" She usually walks home with him every day.

"I told him I was walking with a friend, he was fine."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, you can walk with me." I said as we started walking down the street.

"Now, no one can know about the bathroom thing last week, right?" She asked.

"I don't have anyone to tell, it's you that can't let anyone know." I shrugged.

"I won't I promise." She smiled.

"It made my day a lot better." I laughed. Jesus, this was awkward.

"Really?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"Of course, why wouldn't something like that make me feel better?"

"I don't know, I just thought..." She trailed off.

"But I can't believe we spent the entire class in there." I laughed.

*flashback*

"Luke, I'm so sorry." She whispered, staring at the bruises.

"It's not your fault." I said. I grabbed her chin, tilting her head up towards me. Our faces were inches apart. I moved a piece of her hair away from her face, and pressed my forehead against hers.

"Luke," She breathed out.

"Vivian," I mocked her. She just laughed. Then, she did something totally unexpected. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me forward, and kissed me.

It was gentle, loving. Which was weird. Why would she be loving? Why would she kiss me at all? I kissed her back, and wrapped my arms around her waist.

I backed us up so that she was pressed against the bathroom wall. Her hands moved from my neck to my head, and she gently pulled at the ends of my hair. Fuck. I moaned quietly, and she giggled into the kiss.

We made out for a while longer, while I was still shirtless.

Another dream come true.

*end of flashback*

"Luke?" She asked, looking to me while we were walking.

"What?" I snapped out of the thought that kept replaying in my head.

"What were you thinking about?" She giggled.

"Oh, nothing." I laughed nervously.

"Luke..." She trailed off, nudging my arm with her shoulder. She was shorter than me, I was could put my chin on top of her head if I wanted.

"What?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Were you thinking about what happened...." She giggled, nudging me again.

"Maybe..." I mocked her. "You know, what about that guy that everyone thinks you're dating?"

"Who? Oh, Nate. Everyone wants us to date, and he likes me, but he's kind of an asshole. Well, he's a big asshole. He keeps trying to get me to have sex with him, but I wouldn't ever."

"Are you a virgin?" I blurted out. Crap, never ask a girl that.

"What? No, but I've only, yeah, twice." She told me, looking at the floor. She wouldn't even say the word sex. "Are you a virgin?"

"Me?"

"No, I was talking to a ghost. Yes, you." She laughed.

"Oh, haha, no, I'm not." I felt the heat start to rise to my cheeks.

"Really?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"What, you think just because I'm a loner at school I can't get some?" I laughed. I've had sex, like, five times, with girls I met at clubs. Yes, I go to clubs, even though I'm a junior.

She laughed. "I never said that... Where would you 'get some' if you weren't at school?"

"Clubs..." I trailed off, looking down again.

"You aren't even old enough to get into a club!" She yelled

"I have my ways..." I smirked at her.

"Nice, Hemmings." She giggled.

"Why do you call me Hemmings, huh Irwin?"

"Why do call me Irwin?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second and two is a bigger number."

"Dammit, Irwin!"

"I always win, Hemmings. Now, answer my question."

"I only call you Irwin because you call me Hemmings!"

"I don't even know why I call you Hemmings. I like that name, it's cool. What if I called you Hemmo?" She laughed.

"I like it. What if I called you Viv?" I asked. I think that's a cute name.

"I like it. But only you can call me Viv."

"And only you can call me Hemmo." I smiled.